Senator Lizard – Hundred Dollar Ill

So, if you’re PDR and you can’t get to sleep and you already a long rambling post-thing the previous day, what do you do?

You make an album cover!

Who forgot that PDR was in a band? Probably not as many who never knew. A large part of that is probably because of the non-existent state of the band and that the band’s front-man, PDR, is not musically talented in ANY WAY! But nonetheless, I’ve had my Senator Lizard T-shirt for years and that makes it a real band. That’s a fact.

I think I might try to pump out a new album cover every couple of months. Easier than making effin’ music.

Potentially worth noting, the album cover depicts me in character as Otis Durning, from the Secret Government Robots prelude story thing that I did. And I did create the song “March of the Abominable Hairman” for the credits of this video, even if I did it by literally randomly clicking in whatever program it was I used to make it. And both those posts have the word “monster” in the title. Weird.

PDR’s Controversial Views: I Am Not Batman

Okay, I wouldn’t have thought that this would ever be something I needed to clarify, but I am now stating, for the record, that I, Patrick D Ryall, am not Batman.

Almost without fail, any time I wear my T-shirt with the Batman symbol on it in public, I will be called “Batman” by somebody I don’t even know. The only possible information I can infer from this is that the only difference between me and the real Batman is the symbol. I mean, who am I to judge? I’m used to my face because of the hours I spend daily examining while I swear at myself in the mirror. Other people who see me only once or twice on the road don’t know the subtle differences between me and Batman that I do.

To help everybody learn, I’ve created an image that you should all print out and post in store windows, elementary school classrooms, and synagogues.

I mean, the only other alternative would be that people are just stunningly unoriginal and think that calling a person in a Batman shirt “Batman” is fresh and exciting. But that would speak poorly of the general populace, so that surely can’t be it. If that were the case there would have been a decade of people saying “Run Forest, Run” every time they saw someone running.

(Actually, there was this one time when I was walking down the road and some guy who was selling something called me Batman as he tried to get me to check out his wares. When I said that I wasn’t interested and didn’t stop he protested something like “Aww, but Robin did” which did amuse me.)

I probably would have worn it in ’63 too.

I totally wore a Dead Kennedys shirt yesterday. You know, because I wasn’t thinking… Not that anyone noticed or even probably would have cared. But the coincidence is amusing to me.


Damn the post office!
They lost the thing I ordered.
They lost my cannon.

I have not actually ordered a cannon and it has not been lost.

Worth mentioning is that Marq and I went to see Inglourious Basterds on Monday. It was quite good. That’s all I’ve got for now.

The Continuing Adventures of Girlshirt

The shirt I ordered from Telltale Games a few weeks back and accidentally picked a Women’s Small instead of a Men’s Large has arrived today. It is indeed, a Women’s Small and therefore useless to me.

So, if any of the theoretically millions of women who are reading this wear a size small t-shirt and like Sam and Max, you’re welcome to have it. But since none of you exist, this will take up space in my room for now.

Strong Bad’s Game and More Girlshirt.

So I bought Strong Bad’s Cool Game For Attractive People. Quite good. Quite good. I had played the first Sam and Max game made by the same company, but not the others, but this I went and ordered a season pass for. I truly miss adventure gaming. The days of Sierra’s various Quest games passed far too soon.

While I was ordering from the Telltale Games site I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to also order a shirt with Max, of Sam and Max on it. Unfortunately, instead of ordering a Men’s XL, I ordered a small girl’s shirt. Between this and my recent overly-shiny Ghostbusters shirt, what the chunks is my Internet Shirt Ordering Subconscious trying to tell me?